Stepping Stones to Literature, Bücher 8Silver, Burdett, 1898 - 317 Seiten |
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... brother or husband . A few barons , whose names ought to be dear to their country , joined Bruce in his attempt to vindicate . the independence of Scotland . Edward was dreadfully incensed when he heard that , after all the pains which ...
... brother or husband . A few barons , whose names ought to be dear to their country , joined Bruce in his attempt to vindicate . the independence of Scotland . Edward was dreadfully incensed when he heard that , after all the pains which ...
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... bridle . The man bled to death . The other brother had grasped Bruce in the mean time by the leg , and was attempting to throw him from horseback . The king , setting spurs to his horse , made 16 STEPPING STONES TO LITERATURE .
... bridle . The man bled to death . The other brother had grasped Bruce in the mean time by the leg , and was attempting to throw him from horseback . The king , setting spurs to his horse , made 16 STEPPING STONES TO LITERATURE .
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... brother , Nigel Bruce , to defend the castle against the Eng- lish ; and he himself went over to an island called Rachrin , on the coast of Ireland , where Bruce and the few men that followed his fortunes passed the winter of 1306. In ...
... brother , Nigel Bruce , to defend the castle against the Eng- lish ; and he himself went over to an island called Rachrin , on the coast of Ireland , where Bruce and the few men that followed his fortunes passed the winter of 1306. In ...
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... brother , reached Bruce while he was residing in a miserable dwelling at Rachrin , and reduced him to the point of ... brothers to the Holy Land , and spend the rest of his life in fighting against the Saracens ; by which he thought ...
... brother , reached Bruce while he was residing in a miserable dwelling at Rachrin , and reduced him to the point of ... brothers to the Holy Land , and spend the rest of his life in fighting against the Saracens ; by which he thought ...
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... brother Edward refused to go back . He was , as I have told you , a man daring even to rashness . " I will not leave my native land , " he said , " now that I am so unexpectedly restored to it . I will give freedom to Scotland , or ...
... brother Edward refused to go back . He was , as I have told you , a man daring even to rashness . " I will not leave my native land , " he said , " now that I am so unexpectedly restored to it . I will give freedom to Scotland , or ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Abbot Achaians Alexandros answer Ariel arms Balclutha battle behold Belshazzar Bingen brother Bruce Buckingham burning fiery furnace called Campeius cardinal Carthon Clessámmor cloud Comyn Cromwell dark daughter dear death duke enemy England English eyes father fear fell Fingal friends Gentleman give grace Guenever hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honor horse John of Lorn JOHN RUSKIN JOSEPH ADDISON King Arthur King Henry king's lady land live looked Lord Menelaos mighty Miranda Moina Nebuchadnezzar never night noble Norfolk Pickwick Picts pleasure poem poor pray Priam princes Prospero Queen Katherine Reader Robert Robert the Bruce round Scotland Scots ship Sir Bedivere Sir Lucan Sir Modred soul spake speak spear spider STEPPING STONES STONES TO LITERATURE stood Suffolk Surrey sword tell thee thing Thomas Bulfinch thought Trojans unto voice wild Winkle Wolsey words
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 68 - We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Seite 187 - And it came to pass that night, that the angel of the Lord went out, and smote in the camp of the Assyrians an hundred fourscore and five thousand: and when they arose early in the morning, behold, they were all dead corpses.
Seite 184 - They say it was a shocking sight After the field was won; For many thousand bodies here Lay rotting in the sun; But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won, And our good Prince Eugene.
Seite 113 - He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo ! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Seite 188 - Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown. For the angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed...
Seite 55 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door: The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Seite 109 - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks, Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work Of subtlest jewellery.
Seite 82 - Then the king's countenance was changed, and his thoughts troubled him, so that the . joints of his loins were loosed, and his knees smote one against another.
Seite 196 - In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell. Go to Paris : rank on rank Search the heroes flung pell-mell On the Louvre, face and flank ! You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve
Seite 190 - ON the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety-two, Did the English fight the French, — woe to France ! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-skelter through the blue, Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue, Came crowding ship on ship to St. Malo on the Ranee, With the English fleet in view.